“This meme can be traced back through the same science which traces DNA and its distorted reasoning resembles something along the lines of — “since the world didn’t protect me from harm, then the world itself will suffer” — and in this reasoning – the illusion is perpetuated. The meme grows through this process and is directly linked with war, religion, culture and manufacture through scientific process of devices which contribute to abuse.”
The most logical plan we can hope to integrate is not one of ‘how to get off this rock’ – it is plain that we are not going anywhere far away from home base planet Earth – but how to make the most of our time here and preserve and nurture Life.
This song is a commentary on relying on outside forces to determine your destiny. It is also a commentary on tradition, culture…alot of things…
TIED TO THE MOON
Tonight the stars shine as I step out of time
As I step into the great unknown
No thought about fate or of ending up late
Yet I still like to think where I’m going
No time left for a sentimental tune
Wherever I’ve gone I have not left the room
I am never too late I am never too soon
No longer tied to the moon
For whom the bell tolls For to gather the souls
The numbers in darkness are glowing
The ticking wont stop while we all watch the clock
As the winds of our lives are still blowing
Down through the ages – dark in the gloom
Many convinced it will all end in doom
The Galactic Garden is forever in bloom
No time to be tied to the moon
Asleep or awake for the give or the take
Its a good ship that sails these cosmos
With a mystical smile I float down the isle
Forgetting the time when I was lost
The picture unfolds like silk in a loom
Silhouetted by Diane are the witch and the broom
If she is the bride – who is the groom?
Only those who are tied to the moon
I know how you care while you nurture your fear
That you’ll miss the bouquet when its thrown
We stood side by side while the veils did hide
The faces of children now grown
Memorised vows enchanted by tune
Before the great minstrel the fair maidens swoon
We came to our senses as we left the cocoon
No wanna, be tied to the moon
The Light in The Dark Everyone a great spark
Everyone of us all here together
With a small nervous cough – the wedding was off
We could a sense a change in the weather
Down came the waters -great the monsoon
Washing the soul as it cleared out the room
Drowning all Warriors in every platoon –
Still tied to the blood of the moon
Explorations of having been in an anomalous situation namely The Montauk Project.
The Internet given voice.
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